And now, for a Borbay Update on everything that matters, right now. Things are not looking up for Marty and the Devils against Philly, but, fortunately, I am capturing one save for eternity in my latest work: “Martin Brodeur Makes A Save With Much On His Mind” (pictured at its current unfinished stage.)
After the jump, more about the crumbling foundation of NYC, drunken mannequins, street micturition, Franz Kline, Elephants, The Stanley Cup, The Resurrection of Painting and more.
During a recent trip to DC, my good-looking brother Tim (pictured with elephant) was in the process of being named a Phi-Guy by his many sorority admirers (clearly, the looks tilted towards youth in my family.) While he was studying, I managed to paint the Cherry Blossoms (which were conspicuously absent), hit up the Hirschhorn Museum; and, realize college kids make 30 feel like the new old. When is the last time you saw a friend down an entire bottle of white wine, shot-by-shot, in 20 minutes?
For those of you in the know, this painting is the “Delaware Gap” by Franz Kline. I happen to really dig Kline’s work, but many people may struggle to identify the difference between big black strokes of black on white, with the concept of “Delaware Gap.” Kline would painstakingly draft his compositions prior to hitting the canvas… or so we have heard through the annals of art history. Annals – “n” = Anals? Anyway, his work sells for millions.
Another commissioned BevForce painting was delivered this past week to the offices of Casa Dragones, a delicious and refined sipping tequila.
Do you see the crumpled drunken woman behind these plastic ladies? Mannequin, or partied out, under-commissioned salesperson? You decide. On that topic, a crackhead pissed on me this past Monday. As I was turning the corner on Canal Street to hit the NRW, a nice young gentleman, eyes rolling in the back of his head, clothes covered in a delicate layer of meth and Whopper residue, decided to use the street as a urinal… fortunately, I was there to absorb the blow for the the pavement. Welcome back NYC circa 1980′s, looking forward to the rising crime rates.
Life isn’t all painting and piss, I did get to touch the Stanley Cup two weeks ago. Come June, one team will be holding this trophy high… by then, the Islanders/Rangers Golf Tournament should be in full swing.
I snapped this sunset from the roof…mmm…. color.
And, of course, Painting Resurrected… you will be hearing a lot more about this show in the coming weeks. I intend to sell every piece on this show – personally.
You forgot to show all the shots by the Flyers going by Marty in that painting and he’s missing the sunburn on the back of his neck from the goal light going off so much!